Handcuffed Rivals

7

The next day came sooner then I anticipated, dragging my weary feet down the stairs I just couldn't help but leave a sleepy yawn on the way. Dad came yesterday in the late afternoon when the lunch we made already cooled down and my brothers ate half of the pot stealing glances at mum to give them a yell or two. But she didn't.

 She stood at the kitchen corner and nodded approvingly, too tired to have another conversation about manners her children didn't have. I took that rather strongly to my chest and didn't feel the hunger anymore. She looked sad and worn out, like all her battles at the field didn't have an outcome and she just wanted to sleep.

We watched a movie and when dad finally came through that door, the look on his face and the look they both shared eventually signaled us all to leave the room and abort mission. They yelled too loudly, shouted all the anger at each other that bottled up in them until some time past midnight when they came to a conclusion they were too tired to carry it on. Safe to say, I didn't catch a wink of sleep.

„Nice face sis, might catch some wooers today if you continue with the scowl." Jared didn't like me anymore, for obvious reasons and didn't feel the need to hide his delightful comments to himself like he usually did. He didn't look interested in their fight, didn't look like it bothered him at all unlike his sister who'll do everything to make things right again.

„Keep it to yourself." I gritted my teeth annoyed. I was in no mood to be dealing with an angry child whose favorite toy has been stolen and he has to cry to his mummy to get it back. It was like a rewind of the King all over again.

He put aunts cookie in his mouth savouring every bite of it, making uncomfortable noices just to spite me „Mhmmmm! Delicious." Stupid brat. If it wasn't for me, he would never get a chance to taste a Heaven so good.

„Whatever. Can we just go?" I put the backpack on my left shoulder, keeping it loose and passed by him without looking his way. I didn't want to know anything about his cookies or how happy he was he didn't have to share it with me for weeks.

„Haa, that's what you get for being so responsible." I didn't mind him being sarcastic, he naturally was, must run in the family. What I despised was that dumb smirk on his face that I very much wanted to clean it off of him. With a slap to the face, if expressing my anger could be justified with that. I just wanted him gone and both of us in that stupid building of Faculty.

 He took his time, tying his shoe laces slower then usual, looking around for 'something' as he put it and procrastinating our egress just to get out an emotion out of me. I didn't even blink. Knowing him my whole life, it was stupid of him to think I'd fall for that after so many years of previously known torture.

Immediately upon arriving on school grounds, I jumped out of the car clenching my fists from the rage since he crunched on his cookies sharing his slobber of overjoy he had an opportunity like that. Quickly, I marched to Dan throwing my backpack in his open hands that expected a hug from me but didn't get it.

„Not now, I'm pissed. Nationally pissed and have to do two things before the bell." Dan stood in front of me holding my stuff and preparing for my outburst. His hair grazed in his eyes not allowing him to ponder on my weirdly-off behaviour. He blew it away with his mouth to get rid of the disturbance but it fell on the same place again. In the middle of his eyesight. I was a drama queen like always, searching for trouble.

He asked me under his breath „What happened?"

„For instance, I need to kill King and secondly still kill King but also Jared. My brother is another sort I don't wish to talk about but you'll understand on the way." I didn't have time. Five minutes and thirty seconds until I had to sit calmly on that ichy, wooden chair, and hopefully satisfied with my abilities to make him suffer. That I checked on my Daniel Wellington watch, too precious accesory of mines earned by hard work of my summer adventures as a waitress at the local tea bar.